Dwalin dragged a hand through his tangled hair. He had shrugged his coat of and was dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers. Summer was upon them in both weather and feeling. He had gone out to practise with Thorin, even if they had mostly mucked around near the river instead of actually practise with swords. (Sorry, I got so many teen Dwalin and Thorin feels, hope this is ok)
Thorin had been the one to suggest practicing by the River Running, but he hadn’t argued when it instead devolved into a brief game of hide-and-seek followed by some play-wrestling. Now they sat near the riverbank, catching their breath, blunted practice swords still laying in the grass nearby.Stretching out onto his back with a sigh, Thorin grinned, “Much better than practice. It’s too hot to be swinging swords around.”
